Scratching Sounds in the Morgue Cabinet

RUMBLE!

The thick iron front door of the old crematorium, along with its frame, exploded inward, twisted, and blasted apart like paper under Fang Gang's dark-gold glowing soles!

Gravel and metal shards rained down, filling the air with dust.

A biting, chilling wind, laced with the strong scent of preservatives and corpse decay, surged out from the doorway like invisible ice snakes, coiling around him.

In the darkness, it seemed countless eyes snapped open, fixing their gaze on the figure at the entrance, shouldering a Bronze Battle Halberd.

Fang Gang stepped through the wreckage, one stride at a time.

His dark-gold bald head, under the dim light, was like a cold, hard signal flare, instantly drawing all the lurking malice.

The Bronze Battle Halberd on his shoulder quivered slightly, its ancient, grim aura out of place in this somber locale, yet carrying a sense of suppression.

"Heh... hehe..."

"Hiss—"

Grating, ear-piercing friction sounds and low growls immediately echoed from the shadows on either side of the front hall!

Three stiff, swift purple figures, like hyenas catching the scent of blood, lunged out from behind the abandoned registration desk and overturned seats!

Their skin was a bizarre deep purple, covered in sparse white fur, their nails black and sharp, and their eyes pulsed with turbid purple light—Purple Zombies (E-Class)!

Their movements were stiff yet rapid, exuding a strong stench of decay, pouncing at Fang Gang in a triangular formation!

Their black nails tore through the air, aiming directly for his throat, heart, and lower abdomen!

"Seeking death."

Fang Gang's gaze was icy; he didn't even bother to lower the Bronze Battle Halberd from his shoulder. Facing the three Purple Zombies lunging at him, he simply stepped to the left!

With ghost-like speed, he precisely dodged the pounce of the zombies directly in front and to his right, his body appearing beside the left-most Purple Zombie as if teleporting.

Simultaneously, his free right hand casually swiped out!

Not a punch, not a palm, just the simplest, most brutal knife-hand strike!

Squelch!

A muffled thud! The neck of the Purple Zombie lunging from the left, as hard as iron, snapped like rotten wood under that forceful knife-hand strike!

Its purple head, with an expression of shock, flew skyward! Thick black blood sprayed wildly from the severed neck!

The other two Purple Zombies missed their targets, unable to stop their charge, and collided with each other, emitting dull thuds.

Fang Gang didn't even glance at the headless corpse. Using the momentum from his swing, he spun halfway around on the spot, his right leg whipping back like a steel cable!

Bang! Bang!

Two explosive sounds occurred almost simultaneously! Like two kicks bursting overstuffed water bags! The upper bodies of the two colliding Purple Zombies, along with their chest cavities and ribs, instantly exploded!

Shattered bone, putrid innards, and viscous black blood splattered violently, staining the registration desk beside them a foul mess!

From the moment the three Purple Zombies lunged to becoming scattered fragments, less than two seconds had passed.

[Ding! Killed Purple Zombie (E-Class)... Gained Evolution Points +5...+5...+5!]

[Usable Evolution Points: 15!]

Fang Gang flicked a drop of black blood from his hand. The dark-gold sheen of his skin caused the filth to slide off quickly, leaving no trace.

His gaze swept over the dark corridor leading deeper into the front hall. There, an icy stillness hung heavy, and the faint scratching sounds he'd heard earlier seemed clearer now, carrying an irritating rhythm.

The deep black Grudge Pupil mark on his left arm had become more pronounced since entering the building, wriggling slightly.

The dark-gold vertical pupils at its end seemed to widen just a fraction, greedily absorbing the pervasive fear and death energy, a cold, subtle intention being transmitted.

"Noisy," Fang Gang murmured to himself, unsure if he was speaking to the lurking malevolence or the mark on his arm.

Shouldering his halberd, he walked directly towards the stairs leading underground.

The stairwell was even colder and damper. Water droplets condensed on the walls, and the air felt as thick as glue. Each step echoed with hollow footfalls.

The deeper he went, the clearer and more piercing the sweet, putrid smell of decay and the icy scratching became.

Crack... crackle... screeeech...

The sounds originated from deep within the second underground level.

Pushing open the heavy fireproof door, the scene of the morgue met his eyes.

Under the stark white lights, rows of massive stainless steel morgue cabinets stood like cold tombstones, radiating a chilling aura.

The hum of the refrigeration equipment was the only background noise, yet it only made the scratching sound feel like fingernails scraping against one's heart!

The source of the sound was clear—a row of morgue cabinets labeled "B-17" to "B-19"! Their doors bulged and deformed under violent impacts from within! Emitting heavy "thump-thump" sounds! And the ear-grating metal scraping came from inside "B-17"!

Further in, in the shadowy corner near the backup power room, the oversized freezer cabinet labeled "S-01" was covered in thick frost.

From the gaps in the cabinet door, wisps of mist darker than ink slowly seeped out, diffusing into the air.

The strange scratching sound seemed to possess a mind-polluting magic, attempting to burrow into his brain.

Fang Gang's gaze lingered for a moment on the agitated B-section morgue cabinets, then locked onto S-01 in the shadowy corner!

That cold, foul aura, with its mental corrosive properties, was many times stronger than that of a Purple Zombie! This was the main course!

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He no longer hesitated, striding towards the "clanging" B-section morgue drawers.

As if sensing the approach of a living person and the surge of powerful vitality, the banging and scratching sounds from within the drawers instantly became more frantic and sharp! It was as if whatever was inside was desperate to break out and feast!

Fang Gang stopped in front of the "B-17" drawer. Listening to the frenzied scraping inside, his eyes were cold and unmoving. He didn't even bother with a lock.

Raising his right hand, covered in a dark golden sheen, he spread his fingers and pressed them directly onto the cold alloy drawer door!

"Quiet down."

As he spoke in a low growl, terrifying power erupted!

Creeeak—!!!!

A spine-chilling sound of twisting metal filled the air! The alloy drawer door, which could withstand ordinary bullets, was pierced through by Fang Gang's five fingers as if it were soft tin foil, creating five deep holes!

Immediately after, Fang Gang's arm muscles bulged, and brute strength surged!

Riiiiip—!!!

The entire heavy alloy drawer door was ripped off its frame as if it were a piece of thin paper!

"ROAR—!!!"

The moment the drawer door was torn open, a deep purple figure, exuding a strong stench of decay and bone-chilling cold, launched out like a cannonball!

Its sharp, black claws lunged directly at Fang Gang's face! It was another Purple Zombie! And it was even more robust than the one in the front hall, its purple eyes filled with a savage glint!

However, it was fast, but Fang Gang was faster!

The instant the drawer door was ripped open, Fang Gang's left hand was already poised.

That fist, covered in a dark golden sheen, was like an anvil waiting for prey to walk into the trap. Carrying an overwhelming, crushing force, it struck preemptively, meeting the lunging Purple Zombie's head with a devastating punch!

BAM—!!!!

Like a watermelon exploding!

The Purple Zombie's head and a small portion of its shoulder instantly turned into a foul splatter of bone fragments and black blood under the terrifying fist, spraying violently onto the inner wall of the morgue drawer behind it!

The headless corpse maintained its forward lunge, crashing heavily to the ground. It twitched twice before going still.

[Ding! Killed Purple Zombie (E-Class)! Gained Evolution Points +5!]

Fang Gang didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. His cold gaze swept over the opened drawer. It was empty, save for some frost and scratch marks.

"That's it?" Fang Gang's voice held a hint of disappointment. He casually tossed the torn, twisted drawer door onto the ground like trash, making a loud clanging sound.

That clang was like igniting a powder keg!

"Thump thump thump!!"

"Roar! Roar!!"

The banging sounds from the "B-18" and "B-19" drawers beside him instantly reached their peak! The drawer doors warped and bulged violently, as if about to be smashed open at any moment!

From the S-01 freezer in a deeper corner, the seeping black mist seemed to thicken slightly. The frequency of the scratching sounds abruptly increased, like countless fine steel needles drilling into one's brain!

It carried a strong mental interference and urge!

Fang Gang's brow furrowed, not from fear, but because the noise was incredibly annoying.

The Grudge Pupil brand on his arm writhed more intensely, the slit of the vertical pupil at its end widening slightly, as if resisting the mental noise, or perhaps… reveling in it?

"So noisy."

A fierce glint flashed in Fang Gang's eyes. He wouldn't deal with them one by one anymore. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding like bellows! Within his dantian, the newly condensed, still nascent golden-red Nine Yang Inner Breath was instantly activated!

Although faint, its inherently pure and yang nature possessed a natural suppression against yin and evil!

"Get out!"

Fang Gang roared, like thunder from a clear sky! He clenched his fists, a flash of golden-red light flickering beneath his dark golden skin! There was no specific technique, just a pure burst of power!

His fists were like two siege hammers, carrying whistling, fierce winds, smashing violently into the "B-18" and "B-19" morgue drawer doors, which were shaking violently!

Boom! Boom!!!

Two deafening explosions detonated almost simultaneously! The alloy drawer doors, like being hit head-on by a high-speed train, instantly caved in, twisted, and burst! Even the heavy morgue racks behind them were deformed and shattered by this unrestrained, unreasonable brute force!

Splat! Splat!

Two Purple Zombies, having just smashed open their drawer doors and exposed half their bodies, didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were pulverized into a shower of flying bone fragments and viscous black blood by the ferocious fist energy, along with the shattered drawer doors and metal racks! The foul matter splattered like ink onto the walls behind them!

[Ding! Killed Purple Zombie (E-Class)… Gained Evolution Points +5… +5!]

[Usable Evolution Points: 25!]

Smoke billowed, and debris flew. Three agitated Purple Zombies, along with their "coffins," were completely and physically "transcended" by Fang Gang's three punches and kicks.

The morgue fell into a brief, deathly silence. Only the hum of the refrigeration equipment and the increasingly clear, rapid, and eerie sounds from the S-01 freezer in the corner…

Scrape… scrape scrape… creak…

It was as if something was patiently and continuously scraping the inner metal plate of the drawer door with a sharp object.

Each scrape was accompanied by a bone-chilling mental shock, attempting to penetrate the mind and evoke the deepest fears.

Fang Gang shook the ice shards and a bit of black blood from his fists. His gaze, like two cold javelins, pierced through the swirling dust and frigid air, fixing firmly on the S-01 oversized freezer in the corner, which exuded an ominous aura.

He shouldered the Bronze Battle Halberd and strode towards it. His footsteps, in the empty, silent morgue, sounded like the drumbeats of death.